Wife To Brutal Young Master

Who is the real culprit

Zio held the phone Salsa gave him. On the phone, it is clearly visible photos of him as well as short video footage of him killing the life of the intruder at his headquarters with sadism.

Zio looked down scared. The soul of the brave is always gone, when faced with a woman who always showered her with affection. Salsabila's son was indeed known obedient and obedient. But now, the secret that he had long hidden tightly, was revealed already.

Slowly Zio raised his face, glancing at the face of the Mother. It was clearly a disappointed look on the face of the woman who had given birth to her. Zio was powerless, he looked down again, without wanting to explain anything.

Silent mood. Zidan still faithfully rubbed his wife's shoulders, while Zio was still always looking down.

"Who's the guy in the picture, Zio?" the Mother asked softly. Zio could catch there was a deep sense of disappointment from the words he heard.

"Why are you quiet?" times, the tone of the voice of the woman he loved shook.

Zio was still down. Not denying nor justifying what the Mother accused.

"Mother does not expect, Mother's child is a murderer," Salsa said along with the fall of tears that he had been holding since.

Zidan embraces the body of the woman who has given her a pair of twins. Leaning the woman's head to the chest of her field.

Zidan also gestured for the son to leave immediately and enter the room.

Zio said, going out died both of his parents in the room.

Salsa was still a matter of breath, shedding her tears in the arms of the biological father of her two children.

"Mas, our son is a murderer. Zio the murderer of Mas," said Salsa who was still sobbing.

"Dear, don't say that again. It might not be Zio, right. Maybe, there are people who do not like it, then slander. We don't know either, do we. Even who sent the pictures and videos, we don't know. Maybe the man was going to complain. The photo and video could be in Edita. Throw away those bad thoughts. Do not easily believe something that is not yet clear the truth, dear." said Zidan trying to dismiss the bad thoughts of the wife.

"But what if it's all true? I'm afraid, if it happens to Zio," Salsa said.

"Already, calm your mind, baby. Look, is our son that scared? Not all this time he grew up to be a obedient and obedient child. How could he possibly do that? While we know for ourselves all this time he just busy himself to work." Zidan kept trying to deny what his wife was thinking right now.

"I'm scared, Mom. I'm afraid something will happen to Zio later,"

"Don't think anything of it, Mas will never let anything happen to our children,"

"Now you're the wife, let Mas talk to Zio,"

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In the room, Zio expressed his anger. Plied the walls of the cement-lined room with his fists, until his fists spewed blood.

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Hearing the sound of the door being knocked, Zio gasped. Taking the cloth wrapped in the wound in his hand, before stepping open the room door.

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The door of the room opened, at his sight Zidan stood outside.

"May Daddy come in." Zidan spoke kindly.

"Please Dad,"

Zidan stepped in, then closed the door to his son's room.

"I'm sorry Brother Dadd" said Zio Lirih.

Zidan carried the body of the son into his arms.

"Mother is just too worried about you. For now stop worrying" said Zidan, without cornering his son.

Then Zidan broke his embrace. Looking at the netra of the son with a full glance.

"What is the person in the photo?" asked Zidan without letting go of his gaze.

Netra Zio blinked repeatedly, until Zidan could deduce it himself.

"Yes, that's Brother, Dadd," Zio confessed.

He began to tell about the gangsters he led. Until he wrestles in the underground world, plunge into the black market to market his homemade weapons.

"Do you know what you're doing is dangerous?" Zidan asked with a tinge of emotion. Indeed, he did not expect that the son he knew was obedient and obedient was struggling in the black world.

"Date tau Dadd. All this time I was just monitoring. Brother left all that business to someone you trusted." replied Zio.

"Then, why can the photo and video be on your phone now?" ask Zidan back.

"That's Dadd, there are people who betray, and like him it is the closest person. Right now Brother is still investigating." replied Zio.

"Then let Daddy tell Raka and Daddy's people to help you investigate. And for now, Daddy's asking you to leave everything behind,"

Zio shook his head.

"Abang will leave everything behind, but after you find the traitor" Zio said.

"Then let Daddy help you find that traitor."

"But Dadd, at this time Brother suspects, Om Raka is the mastermind of all of them,"

Zidan looked at his son with a hard-to-understand look. "Where did you come to such a conclusion?" tanya Zidan doesn't like her son as long as he accuses.

Zio pulled out the phone of the person he shot earlier this afternoon. "This is the phone of the man who shot Brother last afternoon Dadd. Take a look at Daddy, here's Om Raka's cell phone number," Zio showed Raka's phone number on the phone.

Zidan chuckled, rubbing the top of his son's head.

"What if on that phone there's a Daddy number, will you suspect Daddy too?" ask Zidan with a smile.

"But Dadd-"

Zidan rubbed his son's shoulders.

"Abang. Do not easily believe the scenario created by the enemy. That raka Daddy already considers as his own brother. And Daddy guarantees it's not his doing. Now what you need to look for is the person who took the photo and the video" Zidan said, cutting off his son's speech.

"Already, Brother already knows the person," replied Zio.

"Do you know who told you to do that?"

"She doesn't know either, because the guy is wearing a face mask" Zio replied.

"Now, you rest. Let Daddy find the man" Zidan said, patting the son on the shoulder.

"Thank you Dadd," Zio smiled faintly.

"Ovy.. Mother said Brother proposed to Sarah. Is that true?" ask Zidan before he leaves.

Zio did not answer.

"Alright, it's up to you. But, Daddy asks never to mess around. If you don't love him, you better not push yourself." Zidan said.

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Zidan went downstairs, went to Deri to ask him where the Saharian had gone. At first, Deri was afraid to tell her. But after Zidan forced her, the driver finally told me too.